Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who You Foolin , by - Gunna. Release date: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who You Foolin |
| Wheezy outta here |
| Huh, uh |
| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it |
| We countin' fluent |
| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud |
| I came out the hood |
| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug |
| I’ma give all my problems above |
| Hate when people keep doin' too much |
| Keep it real, the streets show you no love |
| We don’t need no one vouchin' for us |
| I’ve been grindin' and found me a bust |
| I’ve been searchin' for love and found lust |
| It’s so hard to stop holdin' a grudge |
| My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch |
| My whole squad kept the kid in the cut |
| Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough |
| Pick and chose who the right one to trust |
| Pick and chose who the right one to trust |
| Keep it real it’s a lot fake love |
| Niggas hate but they bitches in love |
| And the Bentley all white like a dove |
| I took off, ate this Xan, means it works |
| Kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs |
| I’m a sipper, can tell when it’s cut |
| You can’t tell me that she ain’t a slut |
| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it |
| We countin' fluent |
| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud |
| I came out the hood |
| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug |
| I’ma give all my problems above |
| Hate when people keep doin' too much |
| Keep it real, the streets show you no love |
| I don’t need no one vouchin' for me |
| I be flossin', ain’t talkin' 'bout my teeth |
| Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys |
| Chanel, Boss my closet full of C’s |
| My shit wet Eliantte, VVs |
| I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads |
| I get cash in my bag while I’m sleep |
| New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe |
| Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me |
| New agenda, don’t do nothin' free |
| Ain’t not one of my foreigns on E |
| All my bitches got expensive weave |
| I sip drank for my pain to get eased |
| I still talk to the Lord on my knees |
| Helpin' me take care all of my needs |
| And we take off the top for a breeze |
| Who you think you foolin'? |
| We not new to it |
| We countin' fluent |
| I’m scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud |
| I came out the hood |
| Sometimes a gangsta need a hug |
| I’ma give all my problems above |
| Hate when people keep doin' too much |
| Keep it real, the streets show you no love |